Chapter 152
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Chapter 152: The Prototype of Mental Martial Arts
When Du Baihua arrived, he saw you chatting with Wealth Shadow while his four subordinates were trembling nearby.
"Brother Zhao, is this your friend?" Du Baihua looked at Wealth Shadow and asked with confusion.
Wealth Shadow was taken aback for a moment, then bluntly said that Du Baihua was being way too disrespectful!
You noticed that while Wealth Shadow was openly scolding Du Baihua, he was actually trying to protect him. You couldn’t help but chuckle and said you wouldn’t make a big deal out of such trivial matters.
Upon hearing your words, Du Baihua froze in place.
A moment later, he trembled and asked, "Are you really the God of Martial Arts?"
"God of Martial Arts, you’re still alive?"
You slowly stood up and calmly put on your mask of the God of Martial Arts.
Seeing this, Du Baihua’s eyes welled up with tears, and he immediately dropped to his knees, admitting that he had failed the teachings of the God of Martial Arts.
The God of Martial Arts had invested so many resources in him, and Martial Arts Monthly had provided so much funding, yet all he and Gu Yang had achieved was the creation of a prototype for mental martial arts.
With a subtle movement of your eyes, you signaled Du Baihua to elaborate.
You weren’t particularly concerned about Du Baihua’s guilt.
In this timeline, mental martial arts might still be in its infancy, but as long as it has the potential to surpass the martial arts secret medicine system, it will undoubtedly shine brightly in the next timeline.
Du Baihua began pulling out stacks of books, eager to explain the principles of mental martial arts and their research findings to you.
As he continued his explanation…
"God of Wealth, Du Baihua still holds a lot of respect for you," Yuan Bao said after the chaos in the time and space interface had settled.
"I can see that," Su Wen replied. "But Du Baihua’s subordinates seem a bit unreliable."
"Even though they’re putting in a lot of effort to promote the mental refinement system—creating hype, finding supporters, and trying to appear professional—I don’t like how they throw their weight around to intimidate others."
Yuan Bao thought for a moment and said, "That’s understandable. Du Baihua isn’t from an academic background. He’s a pure warrior who hit a wall in martial arts, which is why he turned to research."
"And when you have a warrior who’s used to solving problems with his fists, what can you expect from his subordinates? They’re not exactly the mild-mannered type."
Su Wen nodded slightly. "True. In the previous sub-timelines, Du Baihua was always shouting about avenging me. Someone that aggressive isn’t likely to have a calm temperament."
Warriors, especially those who thrive in combat, probably have personalities similar to the Fighting God.
They sharpen their bodies through battle, growing stronger and more resilient.
But when it comes to cunning and strategy, they might fall short.
To put it bluntly, they’re a bit rough around the edges!
Thinking about it, Du Baihua’s reaction makes perfect sense.
"Brother God of Martial Arts, the military has sent over the details for tomorrow’s funeral, including the schedule and seating arrangements."
The Wind God knocked on the door and spoke.
“Alright, I’m coming.”
Su Wen stood up, pushed open the door, and stepped outside.
“Honorable leaders, please accept my condolences,” a middle-aged man in military uniform said sorrowfully. “The death of our comrade, the God of Wealth, is a loss for our nation, and it’s something none of us wanted to see.”
“But since the God of Wealth sacrificed himself for the country, we must honor him according to the proper procedures.”
“However, as per the regulations, and as a precaution, the true name and related information of the God of Wealth cannot be made public. I trust there are no objections from the honorable leaders?”
As he spoke, the middle-aged soldier let out a heavy sigh.
This sigh was for the loss of a future pillar of the nation.
He was, after all, a fate bearer with the character "God"!
Had he grown, he would have undoubtedly become a great support for the country.
And from what I’ve gathered, this God of Wealth had only awakened a few days ago.
Yet, shortly after awakening, he died during an Arrow Realm exploration.
He was the first fate bearer with the character "God" to fall in the history of Huaxia!
Though it’s hard to accept, the fall of the first fate bearer with the character "God" shows that even their survival abilities are quite limited.
Before fully developing, fate bearers with the character "God" still face the risk of falling.
In any case, tomorrow’s state funeral will also be a national mourning that shakes the fate bearer’s domain!
“If one day the true name and related information are disclosed, what would have happened?” Su Wen suddenly asked, realizing that in previous sub-timelines, his memorial activities seemed to have led to the announcement of his true name.
Name: Su Wen, Occupation: God of Wealth.
He hadn’t forgotten those two lines.
It was just that in the death information, the occupation line had disappeared.
“If one day in the future the true name and information are released, there would be two possibilities,” the middle-aged soldier said gravely after a moment of thought. “First, the war has completely ended, perhaps the Arrow Realm has been fully pacified.”
“In that case, the need for confidentiality would no longer exist.”
“Second, the situation would be far more tragic.”
“If the family, loved ones, and friends of the confidential subject—all meaningful social connections—were completely severed, the nation might choose to release the true name and related information.”
“After all, if all ties are cut, the confidentiality becomes meaningless, and it can be made public.”
Su Wen: “……”
This meant that his social network had been completely severed?
In other words, his loved ones, family, and friends were all dead?
The previous journeys through the sub-timelines had lasted ten years!
Ten years… how could they all die naturally?
So it was those Arrow Realm aberrants?
After discovering the true identity of the “God of Wealth,” it wasn’t enough to kill him; to be safe, they killed his family and social connections as well?
Was that what this meant?
Thinking of this, Su Wen clenched his teeth.
He now had another reason to crush those Arrow Realm aberrants into ashes!
They truly deserved to die!
At that moment, in the midst of a racial war, Su Wen suddenly understood.
In a life-and-death struggle involving the survival and development of a race, both sides would go to any lengths!
Killing a group of people—what was that compared to the stakes?
“God of Martial Arts, what’s wrong?” the God of Theater asked telepathically, frowning slightly. “Your emotional fluctuations are quite intense. It seems… there might be an issue!”
“The funeral of the God of Wealth was something we had agreed upon beforehand, wasn’t it?”
“If you can’t handle it, you don’t have to attend; that’s not mandatory.”
Beside her, the Shadow God turned her gaze toward Su Wen.
In the mysterious realm, she seemed to sense the anger of Brother God of Martial Arts deep within.
It was somewhat similar to the anger she had buried in her own heart.
What happened to Brother God of Martial Arts?
